Among the rolling hills, a Stone Giant nearly as tall as a dozen buildings was rampaging.
Its massive fists swung wildly, smashing the surrounding hills to pieces. Red light flickered endlessly in its single eye, and every blow left long scars across the earth.
All around the Stone Giant, a dozen or so Vampires flitted about like flies, doing their utmost to draw its attention with their attacks.
In the distance, over a thousand Templar Knights had gathered to watch the show.
Without Ophi's orders, they wouldn't take the initiative to act. Besides, they didn't like these Vampires much and would be more than happy to watch them die.
That attitude of letting others die so they could live infuriated the Vampires.
But Dracula had ordered them to attack the Stone Giant, and their job was only to keep it occupied. Dracula himself would handle the main assault.
The mindless Stone Giant was so thoroughly distracted by the Vampires that it didn't notice the shadow beneath its feet slowly spreading.
As soon as the shadow had grown large enough to contain the Stone Giant, it bared its fangs.
The Stone Giant's legs sank into the shadow. It twisted and struggled to climb out, but like someone trapped in a swamp, the harder it fought, the faster it sank.
In just a dozen seconds, the Stone Giant had disappeared completely beneath the shadow.
A Disaster-Class monster had been dealt with so easily, leaving the Vampires shaken.
The restlessness that had followed Dracula's repeated failures died down all at once.
Atop a mountain peak, Dracula reached into the shadows and pulled out a Guide Stone glowing with white light.
Daisy and Lowell, standing behind him, both stared at the Guide Stone.
Dracula turned around. He seemed to see the greed they were